poetry-siir
— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena.
the songs you listen to at ages 15-17 will rip holes into your heart when you listen to them again later in life.
I’m such a slut for casual intimacy. Like yesss rest your chin on my shoulder while we're in line at the grocery store, I live for that shit.
“All those lovely nights when the full moon hung like a ballroom chandelier”
— David Bottoms, from “The Moon My Mother Shot For,” Otherworld, Underworld, Prayer Porch (Copper Canyon Press, 2018)
